Tears on a Sunday Afternoon (14 page)

I
attempted to fantasize so that my dick would get hard as I sat down in front of the 50-inch Panasonic plasma TV. As was the case with most of the latest black pornos, the women were taking it in all three holes. I was watching
Gang Bang 179
and while I didn’t see
Gang Bang 1
through
Gang Bang 178
, I assumed they followed a similar pattern. Some fellas got together and then invited a few women over until dick, pussy, ass and mouth were thrown all over the place. The brothers were huge; the white and black women accommodating. A jealous man would’ve taken the remote and thrown it at the TV. I wasn’t lacking in penis size, yet the brothers on the screen were putting me to shame. With deep concentration and the visual motivation on screen, my penis finally stood up for roll call. This was one time sex was going to be very painful. Lauren and I had exchanged STD test results so, I was somewhat safe to go in without cover.

As I tugged on my penis, my stomach began to rumble. I wanted it to be the shortest time that it had ever taken me to bust a nut. I was hoping to be in Lauren less than thirty seconds before I sent my soldiers hunting. The more excited I became, the more my stomach rumbled.

“Come in!” I shouted.

Lauren came in wearing a pink, see-through negligee. She looked half-decent with her raisin tits and small ass to complement her bony frame. “I thought you would never call me.”

“It was difficult,” I said as she took her position on the bed.

Her knees were on the bed and her butt was facing the wall as I had instructed her earlier. She pulled her dress over her butt to expose her shaved vagina. A clear transparent liquid glittered between her vagina, with small rivulets running down her thighs.

I continued to jerk faster on my penis as I stood up. I went quickly to her and entered her with the utmost ease. As I went in and out of her, my stomach rumbled even more until I felt it. It took me less than ten strokes before I sensed it coming. I was happy and disgusted at the same time.

“I’m coming!” I shouted.

By opening my mouth, the nausea that had built up in me came out at the same time. My mouth spewed vomit all over Lauren’s back and her hair while my little soldiers were in a race to penetrate the cell.

“Oh shit!” She reached around to touch her neck. Her hand became a testament to my meal earlier today.

“I’m sorry,” I said, not wishing to make an already ugly matter worse.

“Me too,” she said and turned around and spewed her own vomit onto my chest.

I turned away with the hope that her vomit would not splatter over my face. The warm liquid bathed my lower body. I stood there transfixed by the disgusting absurdity of the moment. Lauren got up and ran into my shower. I quickly followed her.

I shook my head as the water cascaded down my skin, brushing against Lauren in the shower stall. “I can’t believe this,” I said.

“
You
can’t believe this!” she replied.

“This is disgusting.”

Lauren turned around. “Donald, please get that shit out of my hair.” I took my hand and directed the water toward Lauren’s long black hair as I tried to remove my vomit. It was the first time I had touched my wife’s hair in over three years. I took my brush and brushed the vomit out. The warm water was flowing from her hair down her back. When I was finished, I got out of the shower and handed Lauren one of my towels. I took her negligee that I had previously stepped on as I hurried into the shower and put it in a white plastic bag I had on the vanity. I opened the window to let the combined scents of the sex and vomit out of the window.

“This is a big difference from when we were trying for Emerald,” I said, reflecting on our previous lie.

Lauren came out to the bedroom, her small frame wrapped in my big blue towel. Her long black hair was matted against her back. “We’re living the American dream.”

I slipped black pajama bottoms on. “Or nightmare.”

She sat on my bed. “Donald, you need your freedom.”

There was compassion and empathy in her voice. It was as if she was caught up in a life that was not her own. “I need a lot of things,” I said, wishing I could fly away from there and start life over again with Julie and Emerald.

She rubbed her stomach like the child was already forming. She looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. “I’m sorry that I deceived you on the day of our marriage.”

It was the first time she had apologized for our predicament. “I wasn’t innocent,” I said, wondering if I would have married her knowing that she was a lesbian.

“What time is it?” she asked in a daze.

“Two-fifteen,” I said.

She quickly rose from the bed and removed my towel. She handed it to me and I gave her the vomit-soaked negligee.

“I don’t think Annette will take too kindly to meeting me in your room, wrapped up in your towel.”

“I really don’t give a fuck about Annette’s thoughts.”

“Well, I do. Annette can be very mean when she wants to. Otherwise, she has a good heart,” she said, opening the door.

There was nothing to say. Lauren knew how I felt about her
he-woman
. It was only a matter of time before Malcolm put her into the earth where she belonged.

“Are you going to call the maid?”

Lauren was about to shut the door. “Yeah, she should be here in an hour.”

I went to my closet. “My room door will be open, as usual.”

“Okay,” she said and closed my door.

I took out underwear from my drawer as I thought about what had just transpired. I was hoping not to have to repeat the performance. In seven days, Lauren should know whether she was pregnant or not. I prayed that she was. Although I had no intention of Lauren having my child, I needed for her to be pregnant for my plan to work. As I was walking down the steps to the front door, the front door opened. It was Annette.

“Who the fuck you looking at, Bitch?” Annette spewed, her eyes seemingly wishing a million locusts on my body.

I looked her up and down, then gave her a look of total confusion. “What the fuck are you? Man? Woman? Animal? Reptile?”

She left the door open. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“You know, there is counseling for whatever you have. I’m sure there is help out there for whatever you are repressing. Look on the internet for a doctor or something. You shouldn’t go around looking and feeling like that,” I said, walking past her. “And I don’t think you understand. Just because you’re feeding here doesn’t mean that the title has changed hands.”

“Your wife is mine, Pretty Boy. Don’t go forgetting that. I’m gonna go upstairs and have her wash my pussy.” Annette’s smile was like a grimace and I stood back.

“Don’t you mean dick? Oh, I’m sorry; you don’t know what a real one feels like. I’ll let you touch mine if you promise you won’t cry.” I needed a little comic relief.

“I’m going to get you, Motherfucker. I promise you; I’m gonna get you and it won’t be pretty.”

“Promises, promises. Go grow a dick.” I slammed the door before she could form a response. As I walked toward the car, I heard the front door open.

“You betta watch your back, Motherfucker!” Annette shouted from the foyer.

I didn’t turn around. Instead I got into my car and drove off. I had done what I had to do and now I was doing what I wanted to do. I picked up the phone from the car seat and ignored New York law about driving with a headset as I dialed Julie’s number.

“Hello, Donald.” Julie never called me Donald on the phone.

“What’s up? Are you hanging out with Brian?”

“Yeah, we’re about to go eat. You want to come?”

I didn’t feel like being a third wheel, especially when I wanted to be the driver. “No, I’m going to take a rain check on that. But you guys have fun.”

“Hey, you could call me tonight if you want to talk,” she said.

“Yeah, I’ll do that.”

I ended the call. I wanted nothing more than to talk with Julie. I wanted to be her lover and her friend. Julie was special and even though it had taken me a long time to grow beyond our friendship, the time had come for our worlds to intertwine. I had crazy thoughts about us. After the robbery, we could sail the world; just her, me and Emerald. Wherever she wanted to go, I would take her. When money was no longer an object, the world would become very small. I had always wanted a vacation home in Barbados; now it would go from being a dream to a reality. I had fucked hundreds of women but now I was ready to settle down with the right one. I smiled—that smile you make when you know life’s about to take a turn for the better.

I looked at my watch, picked up the phone and dialed Donna’s number. I was about to get to point D, but first I had to go through B and C. Donna was B; then later I would deal with C.

“Donald, whatever you do, don’t even try to double-cross me. I’m telling you that right now. I will kill both you and your son,” she said as we sat in the car.

I reached over and grabbed Donna by the throat. “Don’t you ever threaten my son.”

She started to make gurgling sounds as I continued to squeeze her neck and pull her up from the seat.

“O…” She was trying to say something to me.

I released her neck. “You can threaten me, my wife or anybody else, but don’t you ever threaten my son.”

She rubbed her neck as if uncertain that she was still alive. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to make sure you understand that this is serious business and I will do what I have to do.”

Slowly I let myself calm down. Donna had never seen me like that and, from the look on her face, I don’t think she wanted to see me like that ever again.

“My son has nothing to do with this. Whatever happens, he’s not on the table. I would walk away from a billion dollars if it would hurt my son. But, at the same time, I would kill a hundred men to protect him. In life we make choices; that’s what we do as adults. Your kids have nothing to do with this and neither should my son.”

I leaned back into the car seat. My hands were shaking.

Donna looked over at me. “You really love that boy of yours.”

“Yeah, I do. He’s my life. Five years ago, we wouldn’t be sitting here. He has changed the way I look at life. It’s not all about me anymore.” The vibration in my pocket caused me to take out my cell phone. It was Julie.

“It seems like your son isn’t the only one who has you preoccupied.” Donna had picked up on the change in my facial expression. “Unless that was your mother calling, and we both know it wasn’t, only a woman has that kind of effect on a man.”

I didn’t know I was transparent, but neither was I about to get into my love life with Donna. “Are you sure that Peter will have the money with him on that day?”

“You men and pussy. I know more about Peter than Kathleen does. Peter tells me everything. How do you think I was able to seduce Kathleen?” Donna asked.

“Is that why you wanted to seduce her? Don’t get me wrong. Kathleen’s attractive, but I don’t think you went bush-diving based solely on her looks.” In sleeping with Kathleen and Donna I had noticed that Donna wasn’t really into women. I was playing that hunch. “I don’t think pussy is your thing.”

“Unlike man-on-man action, going downtown isn’t that big of a deal. In business you do what you have to do to get to the next level. I could live on dick but sometimes, in order to control the game, I have to lick pussy.” Donna smiled with an air of confidence. “Peter and Kathleen don’t even realize it but I control their household. I always know what either one of them is doing.”

“Then why mess with a good thing?” I asked.

“Look at me, Donald. Do you think that this will last? There would come a time when you would walk into the room and I would be standing right next to you and you wouldn’t see me. You would be straining your neck to see a woman a mile away. Right now, this is
my
time for men and women to strain their necks to see. I plan to take one hundred percent advantage of it,” she said.

I started the car. “Well, if this goes off as planned, we’ll both be getting what we want.”

“Hey, you got a minute?” Donna asked.